Page 47 of Haze of Obedience
"Where are your underwear?"
"Where are your underwear?" He raises his eyebrows.
"I don't have any. I haven't had a pair since Santiago took me. What's your excuse?"
"Wet clothes at night in the jungle aren't a good idea. You should know that after living in a pit. I'd prefer not to get bit by bugs."
"Is that your excuse?"
"Is there another reason?" His cocky expression I want to slap and kiss.
Don't go there.
The last thing you need is another man owning you.
He tightens his hold around me.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure you don't drift downstream. Is there something else you're worried about?" he challenges. The tip of his erection teases my sex.
You could just sink on him.
No, no, no, Zoe!
"You should let me go," I say, but it doesn't even sound convincing.
"So, you can float away? That sounds like a brilliant idea."
I stare at his lips. "I don't need your help."
His jaw clenches, and I gaze back to his eyes. Heat singes off them, full of lust and dominance, and a need that stirs in my core and makes me hold my breath. He mumbles, "Tell me again to let you go, and I will."
"Is that a threat?" I ask in Spanish.
"No. A promise," he replies in Spanish, too.
Not sure why we're moving in and out of Spanish and English in our conversations. I've never done it with anyone before.
His eyes fixate on my mouth, and his chest rises and falls faster.
I lean my face closer to him, only a few hairs away from his luscious lips I've been dreaming about since the previous night.
I should tell him to let me go, but I rile the beast further. "Not sure how much I believe your word when you're a liar."
He scowls but doesn't move. "Tell me again what I lied about?"
"That you're a fan."
"That's the truth." His palm slides over my naked ass, and his arms tighten further.
I sink a bit lower on him, and his cock dips an inch in me. "Not as big of a fan as you claim."
"Why is that?"
"If you followed me, you'd know the basics about me."
His lips brush against mine as he speaks. "What don't I know?"
